Saturday, April 7, 2012

The Parakeets

    by Alberto Blanco
translated by W. S. Merwin

They talk all day
and when it starts to get dark
they lower their voices
to converse with their own shadows
and with the silence.

They are like everybody
—the parakeets—two brightly colored parakeets with red green blue and yellow feathers
all day chatter,
and at night bad dreams.

With their gold rings
on their clever faces,
brilliant feathers
and the heart restless
with speech...

They are like everybody,
—the parakeets—
the ones that talk best
have separate cages.

from: Dawn of the Senses: Selected Poems of Alberto Blanco. Copyright 1995.

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